Stuck in a Dream (feat. Ryc)
Making new tracks and shit, I'm making new tracks and shit, I'm gone
She play with my kids like it's play-doh
I swear she's having too much fun
Oh shit, I'm locked in, I'm locked in
Four months, I ain't seen the sun
Oh shit, I'm locked in, till dividends, show up on my pay stubs
I sip the red, You sip the green
Pour that shit out that shit ain't lean
I'm doing roll call with a class of Benjamin's
Yea so much I can see uh
They stuck in the internet, I love when they start following uh
I fell asleep, off the red just woke up
I swear I'm still stuck in a dream yuh
Pop pop, get your shit down, pop pop, we popping it out
Remember when she said she ain't love me
Now I can't get her to get out
Bye bye my old self go, bye bye, this shit ain't no joke
She like my swag, my persona, she say easy I'm soaked
Went to bed broke, Hibernate till I'm rich yuh
These bitches like Nintendo, all they do is fucking switch
Yeah, my old homies fake as hell, yeah
They all the type to snitch yuh
I need me a doctor, the way y'all cling to my dick yuh
They all fucking enemies, they cling on he must center ping
My bitch was wrong to leave on me
Fuckin' cheat on me, stayin broke on me
God damn, I'm really waking up, bitch, hold up
I'm getting sick as fuck, no throw up
Never been high enough, but lower
People be crying cause we getting older, damn
We giving them more than hands
That bitch giving the cold shoulder, damn
Wait till she see me blow up, damn
I don't think that we more than friends, yeah, fuck you, bitch
I need the money, I need that rich
Go make some money, I need that quick
I'ma take your hoe ain't give back shit
On God, don't think man I think a lot
I need to think man, make shit pop
These words, they come off the top
Get blurred out, bitch, yeah, you cropped
I need that dough real shit
Need one more, I need that hit
Need one song, we back on shit
Making these tracks, I need this shit
Making new tracks and shit, I'm making new tracks and shit, I'm gone
She play with my kids like it's play-doh
I swear she's having too much fun
Oh shit, I'm locked in, I'm locked in
Four months, I ain't seen the sun
Oh shit, I'm locked in, till dividends, show up on my pay stubs
I sip the red, You sip the green
Pour that shit out that shit ain't lean
I'm doing roll call with a class of Benjamin's
Yea so much I can see uh
They stuck in the internet, I love when they start following uh
I fell asleep, off the red just woke up
I swear I'm still stuck in a dream yuh
She play with my kids like it's play-doh
I swear she's having too much fun
Oh shit, I'm locked in, I'm locked in
Four months, I ain't seen the sun
Oh shit, I'm locked in, till dividends, show up on my pay stubs
I sip the red, You sip the green
Pour that shit out that shit ain't lean
I'm doing roll call with a class of Benjamin's
Yea so much I can see uh
They stuck in the internet, I love when they start following uh
I fell asleep, off the red just woke up
I swear I'm still stuck in a dream yuh
Pop pop, get your shit down, pop pop, we popping it out
Remember when she said she ain't love me
Now I can't get her to get out
Bye bye my old self go, bye bye, this shit ain't no joke
She like my swag, my persona, she say easy I'm soaked
Went to bed broke, Hibernate till I'm rich yuh
These bitches like Nintendo, all they do is fucking switch
Yeah, my old homies fake as hell, yeah
They all the type to snitch yuh
I need me a doctor, the way y'all cling to my dick yuh
They all fucking enemies, they cling on he must center ping
My bitch was wrong to leave on me
Fuckin' cheat on me, stayin broke on me
God damn, I'm really waking up, bitch, hold up
I'm getting sick as fuck, no throw up
Never been high enough, but lower
People be crying cause we getting older, damn
We giving them more than hands
That bitch giving the cold shoulder, damn
Wait till she see me blow up, damn
I don't think that we more than friends, yeah, fuck you, bitch
I need the money, I need that rich
Go make some money, I need that quick
I'ma take your hoe ain't give back shit
On God, don't think man I think a lot
I need to think man, make shit pop
These words, they come off the top
Get blurred out, bitch, yeah, you cropped
I need that dough real shit
Need one more, I need that hit
Need one song, we back on shit
Making these tracks, I need this shit
Making new tracks and shit, I'm making new tracks and shit, I'm gone
She play with my kids like it's play-doh
I swear she's having too much fun
Oh shit, I'm locked in, I'm locked in
Four months, I ain't seen the sun
Oh shit, I'm locked in, till dividends, show up on my pay stubs
I sip the red, You sip the green
Pour that shit out that shit ain't lean
I'm doing roll call with a class of Benjamin's
Yea so much I can see uh
They stuck in the internet, I love when they start following uh
I fell asleep, off the red just woke up
I swear I'm still stuck in a dream yuh
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Writer(s): Ethan Douangkesone, Sonix Keopine
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